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Blade was walking through one of Gotham's alleys, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for something—or maybe just pretending to be interested in his patrol. The city was as it always had been: dark, damp, and filled with people who either had sinister plans or were stuck in this chaos with no other choice.
Suddenly… his phone rang.
Blade glanced at the screen, then exhaled in frustration. He wasn't in the mood for this. He didn't open the message but instead slowly turned to the reader and said in a dry tone:
"Really?! Again? Are we in some low-budget horror movie now where the protagonist gets mysterious messages? Listen, dear writer, you've put me through the worst day of my life—you've beaten me, burned me, broken my leg, and even ripped my mask apart. Now everyone knows just how painfully handsome I am! I can't believe you're still messing with me through text messages… Is this your way of communicating with me? Because I'd prefer voice calls, or at least WhatsApp messages with some emojis. Add a little soul to it!"
He paused for a second, stared at the phone, then added in a calm but threatening voice:
"And if this message is just a pizza discount offer, I swear I'll use my regeneration skills to live for centuries just to get my revenge on you later."
He pulled out his phone again and looked at the message. His eyebrow raised slightly as he read the cryptic words.
"'Thanks for your constant work'? Well, that's new… But 'you've become hostile'?—No, no, no, that's not true. I'm just… how do I put this nicely? I have an irresistible chaotic energy! There's a difference, okay?"
He continued reading, and when he saw the three names, he crossed his arms and muttered:
"FRANCISCO, Kal Odinson, and Ruzzzy… Alright, alright, who are you? And why do I feel like you're the side characters in some secret story I don't know about?"
But the last part of the message made him smirk—that smirk that meant he had just found something dangerously amusing. He raised the phone in front of his face and said in a sarcastic voice:
"So… Ruzzzy and Kal Odinson like what I do? Great, at least some people appreciate the fine art of sarcasm and dramatic combat!"
Then he paused, glanced around suspiciously, and turned back to the reader.
"But seriously… how do they know me? How did they get my number? And is FRANCISCO less impressed with me than the others? So many questions, so few answers… I love this feeling."
He put the phone back in his pocket, let out a light sigh, then turned to continue his patrol. But in his mind… he knew this wasn't just a random joke.
After walking for a while, Blade spotted the Joker and a group of his goons unloading strange barrels.
Blade stood behind a crumbling wall, watching as the Joker and his men moved the strange barrels into the old building.
"Alright, alright, what do we have here? Smuggling operation? A mad science experiment? Or just an extremely bizarre barbecue? The Joker always finds creative ways to poison people, so let's assume these barrels aren't filled with tomboy milk."
Blade hid behind a stack of old crates, waiting patiently as the Joker spoke to his goons in his usual irritating voice. He couldn't hear everything, but a few words came through clearly:
"Hahaha! Tonight, my friends… we're adding a special touch to the city, something that will make everyone laugh… until they die laughing! Hahaha!"
Blade raised an eyebrow, muttering sarcastically:
"Yeah, because Gotham clearly needs more toxic gas and evil schemes… How many times has this guy pulled the same idea? Is he recycling his old plans? Seems like a vintage-style rehash. Joker, my friend, we're getting lazy, aren't we?"
He took a deep breath, watching as the Joker and his goons finished their work and exited the building one by one. He waited patiently, counting them carefully, until he was sure the place was completely empty. Then, he stepped out of his hiding spot, moving silently toward the building's worn-out door. He glanced around before murmuring under his breath:
"Alright, now… it's playtime."
He placed his hand on the doorknob, pushing it open slowly to discover what the Joker was up to this time…
Blade entered the building cautiously, his footsteps light, but his eyes scanning the area quickly. The lighting was dim, the walls covered in random graffiti and stains that no one wanted to know the origin of. But he didn't care about that. His focus was entirely on the barrels scattered everywhere, all connected to timed explosives.
Standing in front of one of the barrels, he looked at it for a moment, then smirked, taking a deep breath before mimicking the Joker's laugh in a loud, obnoxious voice:
"Hahahaha! Oh, this is brilliant! The Joker has really outdone himself this time! Explosive laughing gas? Amazing, genius, pathetic—but genius!"
He knelt beside one of the bombs, taking a quick glance at the wiring. It was complicated… sort of. But for someone like him, this was just a child's puzzle. He started disarming the bomb quickly, and in just ten seconds, he raised his hands in the air and said sarcastically:
"Ta-da! Bomb defusal for beginners, lesson one: Don't be the Joker."
Then he moved to the next barrel, repeating the process while whispering to himself from time to time:
"This is way too easy. Is the Joker even trying these days? No, seriously, where's the thrill? Where's the challenge? Where are the beautiful women? I should at least be sweating a little."
Within a few minutes, Blade had disarmed all the bombs, rendering the barrels completely harmless. He stood in the middle of the room, placed his hands on his hips, then looked around with a mocking grin:
"Well, the Joker is going to be very disappointed… but who cares? Now, shall we leave?"
As Blade walked toward the exit, he suddenly stopped, freezing in place as if something had just struck him mentally. Then, in an exaggerated comedic moment, he slowly walked backward, as if his brain was pulling him toward something important he had missed.
His eyes landed on something shiny on the wall… an old, dusty map of Gotham, nailed in place with rusty pins. But it wasn't just any map—it had red markings on several different locations. Blade stepped closer, his eyes widening with excitement as he started to realize what he was looking at.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" he said mockingly as he ran his fingers over the map. The red markings were scattered across the city, all placed on old and strategic buildings… just like this one.
Blade smirked mischievously, then muttered to himself:
"Looks like the Joker didn't put all his eggs in one basket… Well, that makes things more exciting!"
He pulled out the Titans' communicator from his pocket, raised it to his mouth, and pressed the button. His voice was full of excitement as he called out to the rest of the team:
"Calling all early morning heroes! We've got a massive cleanup operation here, and I need a group of professionals… or at least people who can run without tripping. Get to my location ASAP—we've got a Joker party to crash!"
Raising an eyebrow as he glanced back at the map, he added sarcastically:
"And bring some coffee or stimulants—you know the kind… I have a feeling this night is going to be a long one!"
Moments later, the Titans' ship arrived, and the team quickly landed, heading toward Blade, who was standing outside the building, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked at them with a sly grin, waving as if he were a tour guide on a special Gotham excursion.
Robin, at the front, spoke seriously:
"Alright, what's going on? Why did we need to rush here?"
Blade grinned widely, then pointed at the closed door behind him and said slyly:
"Well, my friends, get ready to witness something that'll make you want to take a day off… or at least cry in a corner for a while."
Then, without warning, he lifted his leg and kicked the door hard, causing it to swing open violently, revealing the horrifying scene inside.
The team froze in place, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the stacked barrels—all filled with deadly laughing gas, wired to timed explosives that Blade had already disarmed.
Cyborg was the first to speak, scanning the scene with his cybernetic eye as he exclaimed in shock:
"By the stars… this is enough to turn the entire city into a nightmare circus!"
Beast Boy, standing beside him, voiced his thoughts in his usual way:
"Oh man… was the Joker planning to turn everyone into clowns? Does that mean we would've ended up like him? Dude, I can't imagine myself with green hair… Oh, wait, I did try that once… but never mind!"
Starfire floated slightly above them, her eyes glowing with anger as she declared:
"This is pure evil! We cannot allow this to happen!"
Raven remained silent, but the deep look she gave Blade carried a clear question. Noticing this, Blade raised his hands and said in his usual manner:
"Alright, before you ask how I figured this out… let's just say I was forced to be a hero for once… I swear, I felt sick doing it."
Robin turned his attention to the old map on the wall, then spoke firmly:
"If this is just one of the Joker's hideouts, we need to move fast before he carries out his plan. Blade, do you have any idea where the other locations are?"
Blade smirked confidently, placing a hand on Robin's shoulder as he replied sarcastically:
"Buddy, do I look like someone without a plan? Of course, I don't have a plan! But I do have this old map, some amazing skills, and a really strong kick—so… let's go make the Joker cry like a little kid!"
The team looked at each other.
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